Thursday, December 31, 2009

May and Maicy.. little girl lost





Please meet May, and below May, is Maicy, whom you met several weeks ago. Maicy was shipped to Switzerland, and has still not arrived! The lovely lady who purchased her, also won another doll named Aimee who arrived safe and sound, sent after Maicy!It saddens me so much for my dear collectors to be dissapointed, and so I created May to replace little Maicy, of course at no charge. If anyone has seen little Maicy, please direct her home!  SOLD

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Little Red Riding Hood




This is my interpretation of a classic, Little Red Riding Hood. I hope you enjoy her. She is listed on ebay presently..search my name or Little Red Riding Hood!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas All!


Wishing each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Godspeed, Christel

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Little Gifts



This is my youngest grandson, Dorsey Lee, we affectionately have nicknamed "Pokie" He has the biggest personality of any young child I have ever met! On this day, he was hamming it up for my camera, and thought it so funny to close his eyes on every picture! By the time we were finished I had tears of laughter! I just wanted to share this picture with all of my blogging friends because there is virtually no way anyone can look at this sweet little silly face, and not smile. So my friends, a little gift. For me, these are the big gifts, the moments I will keep close to my heart always.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Little Match Seller




The Little Match-Seller
by
Hans Christian Andersen
(1846)
T was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow was falling fast. In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets. It is true she had on a pair of slippers when she left home, but they were not of much use. They were very large, so large, indeed, that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them in running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a terrible rate. One of the slippers she could not find, and a boy seized upon the other and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle, when he had children of his own. So the little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her even a penny. Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.

Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory smell of roast goose, for it was New-year’s eve—yes, she remembered that. In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold; and she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. It was really a wonderful light. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.

She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant’s. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.

The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year’s day.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Ozrinne..a sea maiden




This is my latest offering on ebay, up for auction now. Ozrinne is a large sculpt at nearly 9 inches total. Her fins were a journey to say the least! I did however discover a neat little trick for sculpted fins. I mixed prosculpt, translucent fimo, and a little sculpey mold maker for a slightly flexable fin. I have done this twice now, with no problems! The fins are semi translucent, and can bend just a little, giving them much better durability for long life! I love the look of sculpted fins.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Followers, one and all!


I just wanted to post a thank you to everyone who has become a follower of my blog! I am really new to blogging, so forgive the mess, but so enjoy the messages and encouragement from each and every one of you! There are so many wonderful, sweet people out here in blog land! HUGS XXOXOX Christel

Monday, December 7, 2009

Imogens face


I thought I would add a picture that shows Imogens tiny face better. I hope you like her!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Cold Winters Night



I had the idea that I wanted to create a tiny Christmas fairy and name her Noel, but it was'nt to be. I created this elven child I have named Imogen, after a dear friends grandaughter. Imogen and the tiny fawn are on ebay now. Thank you for taking the time to stop in XXOX Christel

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Spellbound..a wish faery


this is my latest work, just completed earlier today. I'm not sure if you can tell, but she is a blue fae. She is on ebay now!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Aimee & Molly






This is Molly, another little 4 inch girl. I love creating the little vintage style dresses with aprons. I hope you all enjoy them as well! tonight, I have added yet another little sister, meet Aimee!